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Man look
You gotta show me
Show me you care
This gonna be a lot so you'll need a chair
Baby girl your such a star
I wanna show you off by being who

Yo! (True story man) 
They told me I'm gonna be non
Now it's time to show they're wrong (Yeah)
I have 2 companies 5 sector belong
You all boost by me

So out of ten you're a thousand
Baby you the peak of the mountain
I love it when you don't stop smiling
I hate it when you make me honest
You can

other, I've never been the same,
I'm not attracted to anyone who won't leave my boat capsized

I am a shameful symptom of the excess of a generation

through their Twitter followers, blaggin' em
By the way I've got an album out why don't you check it?
They listened once on Spotify and left it
Forget it
I

the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals

fucking hurt
Burry me benieth the dirt

Say what you think, but I know who you are
Im alive in the ground traced by a raidar
And if you see me, I wont make

the world who are listening

I have a friend named Eva, seventeen
She's a soprano
She sings opera with a voice
That makes me cry (cry)
But she sings in

Amsterdam

Scott Walker

The Singles Plus

2000

a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries

them up until the death of us dude
Praise to those who paved the way, just out here paying out dues
Chasing goals not golden chains, never played by

Pleasure Man/Hey Ma Get Papa

Mick Ronson

Slaughter on 10th Avenue [Snapper]

1974

When you're burned by the need, heartache won't let go
And you're searching in your soul for a stranger who won't say no
Steal a way to my soul

You know who am I
One time you were by my side
You know who am I
I don't wanna cry again

Deleted your pictures from my phone
I don't know if I'm doing

The shards of the Sun are hidden under the snow, and under thousands of frozen corpses... The winds are now sweeping the frozen moor, the horizon is soaked by

Persecution was a tale told to children
We were given generations, taken, wasted, left in ruin
I don't like how the air feels tonight, smell a new storm brewing

seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
(With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares)
The manic bastards with a thousand fathers

Is There More

Drake

Scorpion

2018

who?
I'll let you bring a thousand recruits
My peers are a talented group
But even if you take all their statistics and carry the two
Even if you

down)
Don't look down (don't look down, don't look down, don't look down)
I tried to keep it quiet, silence all my cries for help
As long as I am

where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets

Prolly why promoters felt like we didn't deserve to get paid
We were loved by some hated by many
Years pass growing up now, we just met Benny
Fan base

thousand generations
We praise you Lord
For you are good
So good
When death pursues and the grave close in
With deep sorrow, then will I call on Him
Jesus

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used

the auctioneer cried
No voices rang out, so just put it aside

Shouts filled the room and the auction went on
When the cries of the crowd were stopped by

the auctioneer cried
No voices rang out, so just put it aside

Shouts filled the room and the auction went on
When the cries of the crowd were stopped by

The Blueprint

Boogie Down Productions

Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop

1989

Musty fusty yet so crystal clear 

The non commercial set is now here 

Brought to you by the will of positve people 

K are S plus One equals